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He stood in the doorway stunned. His rigid frame stuck staring at the girl playing the piano. How could she be real? How could she be alive? He had seen her drown in front of him. Images he refused to see swept into his mind. He thrashing in the waves, screaming and choking. Then weakening, and then slipping down under the unforgiving sea, not coming back up. He shuddered and pushed the images back into the vault in his mind. The vault of memories that should never be remembered again.
He continued staring at the girl. Could it really be her? All he could see was her back, but hope made him believe it really could be. This girl had the same auburn hair, hanging long and straight, and the same way of sitting, slightly slouched, but head held high. And the way she played, it seemed to be the same too, how she seemed to barely touch the keys, dancing and playing with the lightest stroke. The song slowly came to an end and the girl stepped from the piano, and turned.
It was her. The same face, the same smile, the same eyes. Nothing had changed except the look in her eyes. They were sad, lonely, as if she was missing him the way he missed her. She walked through the crowd of people smiling and aknowledging everyone's praise. He was still standing in the doorway watching her progress through the crowd. Unable to walk himself. She almost made it to the door when she saw him.
She froze unable to believe what she was seeing. It was him standing there in the doorway staring at her. He was alive. He stepped forward quietly and she studied his face. It was nearly the same, but he looked tired and weary. She knew how he felt. He stood in front of her seeming as stunned as she was. Finally he smiled and whispered to her.
"Hey."
Then they were in each others arms. Crying and safe once again.